Saturday, August 31, 2019

And Rising Up Early In The Morning...

...I journeyed eastward...through the ethereal mists of the fertile farmland...
...and the slumbering settlement of the native Lamontians...
...to the verdant valley of Constant Frustration, where once again I waged war against the unforgiving demigods of the golf underworld.
They're a nasty bunch, those demigods, but I and the tools of my ignorance stood our ground.
After a week of practice with my original 1930s hickories, I had a considerably better round than when I first used them on my dad's birthday at the beginning of July.

They're lighter and stiffer than my hickories from Louisville Golf, so I don't get as much distance with them...but I still had my share of "1 putt for par" chances.

And the weather was perfect...60's and sunny...a delightful stroll through the country.
Guess who's back?



In spite of their confident assurances, turns out the grautogallery folks couldn't sell Mr. T after all...and they had him for 4 full months.

Sorry guys...not impressed.

So now he's back and up for sale on Fakebook marketplace...again.

I told Karen if we can't sell him at the new reduced price then THAT'S IT...I don't want to hear any more about it...we're keeping him.



Time will tell...
Speaking of selling things...a very nice couple from Indiana ended up buying 3 of my vintage televisions last week...turns out they have a museum in Ft. Wayne and wanted them for a display window:
The TVs on the far left, in the center, and just to the right of center are the ones they purchased: 2 original black and white Predictas from the late 1950's and a color Telstar Predicta Meteor from the early 2000s (the centerpiece).

Hated to part with these vintage beauties but it was time...and the couple who bought them are serious collectors so I know the TVs will be well maintained.
Last weekend while working in the front yard 2 ladies were driving through the neighborhood - they noticed all the wild turkeys wandering around - 
- and stopped to comment on the unusual look of our home...since they were mid century modern aficionados we ended up giving them a tour.

It's an odd circumstance but after a couple of years here we've gotten used to it.

All us mid century modern fans are interested in residential architecture and this home's shape, stone and glass are natural attractants apparently.

They were very nice ladies and at the end insisted we accept a bottle of wine from them...
...pretty good pinot noir...don't mind if I do...

I've gotten some static from co-workers recently...they take exception to my complaints that summer is being pushed off center stage by Nature's next impatient act, Autumn...and they assure me summer is NOT over yet.

Well Saturday morning I drove #2 son to the airport - he's relocating to Florida, just ahead of hurricane Dorian...
...and the temperature when I got up at 5:15 am was 45 degrees.

Come on, August 31 and it's in the 40's...does that sound like summer to you?

I'm not saying we won't have more warm days...I sure hope we do...but it's time to face reality:

Summer has packed her bags and she's definitely headed for the station...
me, dressed for fall, sorrowfully watching her go...
Rats...
Enjoyed one of the classic "film noir" movies from the 1940's...
Bogey and Bacall in "The Big Sleep"...an overly complex case of blackmail, murder and of course, romance...both on screen and off.

You can feel the chemistry between the two stars in their scenes together and no wonder...in real life they were lovers and then husband and wife.

Theirs was a May / December union, almost literally...Bacall was born in September of 1924, but Bogart actually was born in December...the 25th no less, and 25 years prior, in 1899.

The movie itself is pretty good...rattles along nicely with crisp, clever dialog, and a satisfying conclusion.

But today it is perhaps most useful as a guidepost, a touchstone in Cinematic history from the Golden Age of Hollywood.

So pour yourself a rye whisky, break open a fresh pack of smokes, put your snub nose .38 revolver on the coffee table and enjoy a classic.

Afterwards, do yourself a favor and cue up Woody Allen's hilarious "Play It Again, Sam"...

...and marvel at the reincarnated Bogey in Allen's brilliantly neurotic sendup of that most famous of film noir classics, Casablanca.

Since you insist, here we go 'Round The Horn...
confession time...all that work was worth it...the sitting area in our front yard IS better with the broken cement pavers.



further proof Fall is approaching...one of the stores we visited had their (ok I admit it, electric) fireplace going...pretty nice one, too.



that's what it looks like when the rain cascades off our new roof / scuppers now.



that's just cool...



...and so is that.



love the art deco look of this store front.



a new resident in our lagoon, evidently.


nightly dinner guests



love the historic buildings we have as part of the downtown district.

And that kind reader is a wrap for this edition of the Atomic Monster Cafe.

On this Labor Day weekend, please rest assured none of our writers...

...nor any missing, corrupt union officials...
...were harmed in any way during the production of this blog entry.

In fact, trying to get the lazy good for nuthin's to actually DO something is our biggest challenge.

Well, that and trying to figure out who shot Mr. Burns...
...wait...What??
...my secretary just informed me we do know who did that...so yeah, forget that last thing...it's the first thing I said.

later, mcm fans...


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Friday, August 23, 2019

What A Glorious...

...morning for Fall Golf...except it's not Autumn yet, nor have I ever seen that golf course before.

But it was indeed a beautiful morning that definitely felt like fall...about 53 degrees when I started with bright sunshine and a cool, gentle breeze...
...a picture perfect day to walk 9...
...and I did ok, most of the time...Calamity Jane and I kissed and made up, and since then I've putted a little better.

Parred a couple and bogeyed a few...
I tried pulling the cup just a tad to the right but it wouldn't budge...
...including 2 where I had my chance at 1 putt for par but left it just a leetle bit short...
Only real trouble I had was on 4, which turned into the Battle of Ricochet Grove...a stand of sinister trees on the left side of the fairway with evil intent snagged my otherwise perfect drive off the tee, and I had to ricochet my way out of there.

What?  You think trees aren't sinister?

Guess you never saw The Wizard of Oz...
...or even the Tree Creature that Karen summoned from the arboreal nether regions...
...oh, she might try to blame that on me, but she's shifty that way...and really, as Groucho Marx once asked...
Who are you going to believe?

Me, or your own eyes?

Anyway, after finally escaping Ricochet Grove the rest of my round was fine.

As usual, some solitude, some exercise and a delightful stroll through the country.
We sold our white midcentury modern fireplace earlier this year...the one that we used to heat the bonus room...
...but just the fireplace, not the log set in it...and since heating season is just around the corner, we decided to buy a summer clearance fire pit to house the log set in the bonus room this winter...
...not quite the same style as our malm fireplace, but for $50 what do you expect?  Should do the trick when the cold winds blow.

Eventually, when we finally turn our attention to finishing the bonus room, we'll put an art deco fireplace against the stone wall...
...or something close to it.
Karen spruced up our favorite sitting place in our front yard...
...added the umbrella to protect us from falling acorns and cushions for comfort.

Good stuff, right?

No...not nearly good enough...under the merciless hand of my very own personal slave driver, we repurposed a bunch of those broken cement pieces from the back patio, along with 9 bags of pea gravel, to make an even better place to relax than before...
Why was that necessary you ask?

It is unwise to ask such things, grasshopper...
...you must simply put your shoulder to the wheel and grind for as long as the master deems fit.  Relaxation is best when you're working...and working...and working...

Ok, I admit it...it's a lot better than it was...and there's usually a very pleasant breeze here with a nice view of the front yard...
...plus we can keep an eye on the neighbors...y'know, make sure no one's stepping out of line or fomenting rebellion in the kingdom, that type of thing.

Whatever you do, don't tell Karen I said that...she'll think I'm paranoid.
I'm not, of course...I just know my pursuers are all out to get me.


Remember, the complete and total lack of evidence is proof the conspiracy is working...

But since you brought it up, here's this week's group of Random Sightings...

looks dead, but he ain't...touched him and he flipped over and flew away...weird...


saw this pic on a special about Mackinac Island...quite the group picture on Arch Rock...taken back before we became a society that puts warning labels on shampoo bottles...

speaking of rock formations...our bubbling fountain has grown some green stuff...



the view on my drive home one evening...looked like we were in for a blow but most of it slipped by us with just a few raindrops...


finally got a pic of Mr. Hummingbird...he's been hanging around for a couple of weeks now...gotta be quick with this guy...


Rory Calhoun stopped by to check on our corn crop...knee high by July...

ah...reaching for that first cup o' joe in the morning...



And that, dear readers, brings us to the end of another excitin' edition of the Atomic Monster Cafe.


We thank you for your patronage, but then why wouldn't you?

We're as comfortable as that old pair of sneakers your wife has been trying to get you to throw out for the last few years...
...because they're unsightly, and let's face it, they don't smell all that good, either.

But you know what?  As far as we're concerned you can keep 'em, and you can tell her we said so!

(Now about your wife...she's not prone to violence, is she?)

Plus, we're relatively sane here at the AMC...not as weird as say, those flat earthers...
...or those Beatle conspiracy kooks...
...or even the Climate Control / Russian Mafia twits...


Normalcy, that's our policy.

Now, where did I put my tin foil hat?

...later, mcm fans...


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